There once was a man with great pride
Despite the fact he had only one eye
Known as a jokester
He worked as a gofer
He’d say look me in the eyes and lie
Sometimes,
to the unlit corners of our minds,
we traverse back in time.
Resting there, we find bygone days of earlier clock,
Now, just vague mentations, of things bleached by time.
What were embers, now appear as ash,
and we can recall each gofer match spent,
trying to rekindle wet wood.
Leaving us to delve on how things might have been,
had we journeyed down that road not chosen.
Relighting Wet Wood
(Remembering Mister B.)
By: Miracle Man
August 23, 2020
Anger’s fumes influenced his steps,
and his thoughts were poisoned by the residue of daily events.
Too much of his life, was spent trying to rekindle a campfire,
and relighting wet wood with gofer matches became an endless task.
He believed life’s destination was most important
but most didn’t see that he wasn’t enjoying the journey.
Perhaps his time would have better been spent
searching out another campsite?
While voices whispered to him from the shadows,
that he should have remained a man alone,
he remembered a vow, “for better or worse”,
then struck another match.
Advice
By: miracle Man
2-15-2020
Don’t ever, you shouldn’t, you Can’t,
age always leaves behind embers from the fire.
But ability always drives our vehicle,
in the back seat sits desire, disappointed.
It’s inevitable. the time comes for each,
when a positive attitude won’t get it done,
and accomplishing meaningful things become akin
to lighting wet wood with gofer matches.
So on these days I do mechanic work on my recliner,
putting a Rear End in it.
Tom
Should I, mere a rabbit of sand, shiny hair,
sport a shock of fur mired in clay,
they from gofer mounds, propped on to peer, would sound warning
through the sun glades and sleep grotto shades.
“A pall fellow lights whereupon we here graze.
See ye lithely to him yield path.
He in bone pastel smocks with such likeness to bare
plodeth sloughs dank, decay’s fell morass.”
“This chap’s marks are slurred, kindred ‘s smudged,” they’ll say,
“in a mud that is not of our warren.
He looks sullied by drear earthen labyrinths far ‘way,
perhaps fox hole, cat hovel, or den of wolves’ coven.”
For when foul skies do strike, marring trees with their curses,
rains fall to douse scintillate branches.
A pungency hovers where a torrid sludge cools.
Its paste casts forbidden clan hues.
Now the wolf craves not easily his like or lean.
He is wary of ghouls in his ranks.
“Gaunt swagger, I see,” he’ll think,
“This one leave be, who with me, shares the gore and the grisly.”
For in drab sheens to drape, shall the countenance daunt.
Browns besmirched will, in ashes, urge, “Yay,
it is he colored wolf.” In airs Lupus, I’ll steep,
strutting meekness purged, brave in cloak gray.
Absenteeism is never a good thing.
Be on time to face your disparity.
Chances are you will win.
Deciphering is an analytical friend.
Edification to bigger and better things is -
Fascination when the reason is revealed.
Gofer you are not, when you take your work seriously.
Hesitation is not a method you believe in.
Incidents may manifest.
Just make sure you are taking care of business.
Keeping your head high and your morals intact is what your life is all about.
Love and live, as these will come.
Months will elapse and time will pass.
Note your money in the bank.
Overwhelm yourself.
Pleasure is there for you to have.
Queen V you have become as your empire forms.
Realization is aweing everyone.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Top of the line Mercedes is in your garage.
Uncle Sam is taxing you hard.
“Verlena, baby, (Your man mourns).
We are doing well over all.
X-rated is you and I (He says laughing aloud.)
Yes, we will continue to succeed because we got the knowhow.
Zillionaires we can be.”
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PENNED ON AUGUST 26, 2014!
It's wonderful being a freshman
looking at all the people above me
lowly lowly lowly
Don't you like to look up at them all?
They're all nicely shaped
sexy sexy sexy
I know, I'm totally nuts,
but I think I'm not the only one
nutsen nutsen nutsen
I feel like a small piece of a big puzzle,
helluva a cliche
but don't you know it's the truth
they talk to you like you're a slave
gofer gofer gofer
I think I'm going insane
so many lovely things to see and places to go
lookit lookit lookit
so many people that care for once
so many things to do that I hate
grr grr grr
I think I'm going insane
Half of them I know
half of them I've never seen
who who who?
Oh the many guys
sexy sexy sexy
and yet so out of reach!
I wonder where next to go,
with all the people
oh I'm so ready.
I dreamt
the sun was a Cadillac
with a black chauffeur
and I was a giant brown gofer
with yellow teeth
and a prostate gland
you wouldn't believe.
But I awoke
and found the moon
was a white grub
greasy as a hunk of fat
snuggled in my bed
between wet sheets
and purple hot water bottles,
dreaming of Camelot
and calmly reciting Keats.